One Punch Man

"Hmm?" Jake raised an eyebrow as he picked up a communication from his bracelet. 'Kyle?'

Listening to the contents of the telepathic message, a thoughtful frown darkened his face.

"What is it, my friend?" The alien Grash asked cheerfully as he noticed his change in attitude.

Although he had gulped down the equivalent of an entire keg of cleaning alcohol his body showed no signs of inebriation. The stamina of this pig-like alien was simply terrifying.

" Negotiations have failed." Jake replied frankly as he stood up.

Turning to Grash, who after all had been a friendly drinking buddy until now, he said seriously,

"My friend was attacked. I hope you won't stop me from rescuing him."